syncopated.

update!

team nz pulls back one whoopee!

and i just screwed up my options. nmr. i'm raging a war inside my head.

take this sinking boat
and point it home
we've still got time.

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i just did something significant.

i googled my name. i guess i shouldn't have been so surprised with the results. but, whoa.

wait wait wait please don't let it get to your head.

somehow when i think of the word 'celebrity' there are no positive images in my mind.

somehow whenever someone congratulates me i start thinking "that was the past", "i'm trying my best to be normal. i want to complete my diploma. nothing special about that." like frying eggs.

the woes of the sportsbaby of the year. *hugs uncle edwin*

there's an interesting article from the google search though. from the aussie livesaildie website. the comments are more interesting than the article itself - it shows the different perspectives. there's one comment from ryan that warms my heart. haha penguins.

a few points/errors of note: firstly, it was our beloved giba who had coached us at the 4.7 worlds. he's hungarian. granted, peter a.k.a. pedro is aussie, but he was there to look after us, look after giba, accompany us on our morning runs and fry eggs for breakfast in the caravan. he couldn't tell a mast from a boom, let me assure you. don't worry we still love pedro all the same.

the sean lee who won the n. americans was coached by a peruvian. as far as i know, even though he works them very hard at training, the optis love him too.

hmmm. i can say more. but there are sensitive issues here. lights out then.

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tissue paper

treasure the good moments. because they are few and far between.

reflections from the laser trophy:
i must discourage myself from being discouraged.
i must encourage myself and think positive.
isn't that the same thing?
no.

i feel horrible inside.
smile.
something to smile about. colin 250.
save it for later.
thanks bun. i'm touched.
yet i'm confused.

oona put me on this. thanks. simpsons trailers one, two and three.
and as a bonus.

christopher o'riley has inspired me to mess with the piano again. ahhhh music.
powerful stuff.

breezechaser. a rock and a hard place.

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taking off and landing

callouses on the fingers. they are a measure of my happiness. borne from playing mainsheets or playing steel strings.

Transport, motorways and tramlines,

starting and then stopping,
taking off and landing,
the emptiest of feelings,

disappointed people, clinging on to bottles,
and when it comes it's so, so, disappointing.

Let down and hanging around,
crushed like a bug in the ground.
Let down and hanging around.

You know, you know where you are with,
you know where you are with,
floor collapsing, falling, bouncing back

and one day, I'm gonna grow wings.

if i ever had the time. i'd put on a pair of headphones. and walk.

i'd walk here, i'd walk there,
i'd stop to examine the cracks in the pavement, the shells upon the shore,
i'd observe people jostling for a place on board the mrt in the morning rush,
i'd observe a spider spinning its intricate web among the branches.

i'd walk up, i'd walk down,
i'd stop and start again. notice how the land rises and falls.

i'd walk through the rain.
i find it immensely enjoyable. walking while cold water drowns my jacket, while i'm still warm inside. i love the sound of water - pitter-patter over my head, splashing upon the leaves, roaring down the streams en route to the sea. i love the idea of how it is everywhere yet nowhere at the same time.

yes, i'd walk through saraca, serangoon, changi, east coast park, mt. faber with oceansize and sigur ros providing the soundscape. walk among the crowds at vivo, orchard and raffles link underground with amnesiac and ok computer. examine pavement cracks to the tune of how strange, innocence?, listen to the arcade fire while picking shells from the shore, headbang to one time for all time on board the mrt, and compare the intricacy of petrucci's 'fife and drum' to the spider's web.

and when the time comes.

i'll fly.

it'll give me a different perspective of all the things i've seen from the ground.
not just because its a different angle.
but because i can see the same ideas and beliefs across different countries. conceived and built differently. the pebbled stones on the Champs-Élysées, Arc de Triomphe, Lake Hourtin. the wonderfully named Middlefart of Denmark. the culture of Beijing, Qingdao, Enoshima, Busan, . the ever-friendly Hobart, Melbourne, Corpus Christi, Los Angeles. the dusty heat of Alexandria, Doha, Mumbai. the laid back beauty of Auckland, the Maldives, Wellington, Wanganui, Milford Sound. in particular Milford Sound. time stops in Milford Sound.

i'd walk through the four seasons. i'd jump into the pile of autumn leaves. i'd ski through the snow. roll in the hay. take a real train that huffs and puffs along the tracks as it climbs up the mountain. play paintball in a big open field. watch the battered sydney-hobart boats dock into the harbour. dive among the corals. drive a tractor on a road with sheep and horses on either side. cycle on a road with sheep and horses on either side.

i want to return to new zealand. laser radial worlds next year is in auckland. i really want to return to auckland. i like clear, logical reasoning.

its cheaper to just dream though. patience - the time will come. for now the wings stay folded. i shall stick to walking.

this was particularly inspired by the stale, lifeless shopping malls of singapore. more specifically, the boredom of 'exploring' the biggest, most crowded mall in singapore on a june holiday afternoon, 15 mins walk through mt faber away from home. cheese pie. damn sian. yes vivo is my backyard. i was showing chin leong around after we had been doing maths at my place. we did a lot of walking today.

i do not comprehend how anyone can 'love shopping'. ho hum not my thing.

recommended reading/listening - radiohead: the tourist. album closer.

it's june!
june rhymes with doom!
i write the rules here.

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